Friday, July 25, 2014

Expressive Writing.

Many feelings had hit me when I'd found out that there was a possibility of my Auntie not surviving her operation. As we got to the hospital my Auntie smiled at my brother, cousin and myself as if nothing was gonna go wrong. When we had arrived home late that evening I asked my Mum to ring my Aunt, just to see how she was doing but she didn't pick up so that meant she had already left for her operation.

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